Myrtle Beach

 


The next morning, clear blue skies reigned after an afternoon and evening of rain.  As we were packing up we noticed a new motorhome pull into the camping area that was a Volkswagen.  Always curious, we had to find out about this Volkswagen.  This guy is a Volkswagen fanatic and refashioned the front of a 99 Fleetwood RV to look like a Volkswagen.

 
His wife and two children followed in a Volkwagen "truck".  Dad would have loved seeing this setup!!



After a short drive, we arrived at the Awendaw passage trail for a delightful 7-mile trail through the woods.







Eventually, we arrived back on US 17, the "no shoulders" highway looking for lunch.





We ended up at "Suck, Bang, Blow" a biker bar that had pretty good food and great service.  We got into some fun conversations with some of the patrons outside and they were amazed at where we were headed.  We got to sit on their bikes (very expensive ones!) and they tried out our bicycles.  They decided the seats were way too small and had no cushioning!




After lunch, we pulled back onto a busy US17, and a few miles down the road, a half dozen of bikers we had talked with passed us with great celebration.
 

A crazy array of advertising bombarded us as we hugged the white line for the next 10 miles.


When we turned off US17 into Myrtle Beach, the South Ocean Blvd had a much wider bike path and was quieter traffic-wise with moments of gridlock in the car lanes but clear bike lanes!



Gastric opportunities abounded!!


Myrtle beach was well populated.


This RV park in Myrtle beach had over 500 spaces on the island close to the Atlantic Ocean.  We ended up an easy walk to the beach that was again well populated.


Dinner at the campsite is always fun especially with a glass of wine as a recovery drink!

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